This morning’s sighting was a guy wearing, as I remember my father calling them, "Bib Over Hauls." The “over hauls” are faded . . . . not sure if it’s from work or not, but they are well pressed . . . nice crease. He’s wearing a thin short sleeve golf shirt (Phil Mickelson I believe is who he pulling for) and it’s 47 degrees outside. He’s heading to Dallas. He’s a shorter, slight man (5’5”, 105lbs at most), he’s got a well groomed goatee that’s almost white. . . . . . But the topper on all this is the brand spanking new, pure white (almost virginal or saintly kind white) Bass Pro Shop ball cap. His carryon? A briefcase. So, I guess he’s heading to a business meeting in Dallas that hopefully, he’s attired for. Who knew?
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Bib "Over Hauls"
What made me start
What follows is the e-mail description (from my Crackberry no less) on what I saw in the January time frame and is the reason for starting this blog.
I just saw a guy, probably my age, that I am sure came straight from the Wal-Mart. Let me capture what I saw before the memory fades.
He's my height and a good 300.lbs.
He's got gray to white hair that can be seen neath a well worn (meaning several layers of unchanged oil) ball cap of some obscure Illinois propane delivery company.. It looks like it may have been navy blue when first placed on his head - - - probably the last time it was removed too.
He has a two to three week beard growth. That is also gray/white . . Hard to tell if this was a conscious decision or not.
Apparently he has no upper teeth, or he lost his upper partial. This however does not stop him from chewing gum. Which, when one studies it gives the impression of a cow ruminating (chewing cud). The glazed stare helps to solidify this impression.
He is wearing a heavy Winter farmers denim coat (lots of zippers!!) which may be a recent purchase down to the Co-Op.
Underneath the coat is a faded hoodie sweatshirt (it was originally red, but now is close to pink). It has the original Transformers cartoon symbol from 15 years ago on its front. All his "must have close at hand" worldly possessions are stuffed to the breaking point in the hoodies front hand-warming pocket. The possessions (wouldn't you love to see those!? Maybe that's where the upper partial is?) are bulging through the thin material at odd 90 degree angles.
He is wearing presentable faded Levis the bagginess of which that would make a "Blood" or "Crip" from Compton fly into a jealous rage.
Topping it off, again a probable recent Co-Op purchase, is a pair of yellow in color work brogans. He steps gingerly as he shuffles to the gate giving the impression that he's earned a few blisters from their newness.
As his flight is called, he grabs his well used paper grocery bag (with one handle broken) and boards his plane.
Where the hell is GQ when you need 'em to photograph a trend setter like this?
I am clearly woefully out of style.
I just saw a guy, probably my age, that I am sure came straight from the Wal-Mart. Let me capture what I saw before the memory fades.
He's my height and a good 300.lbs.
He's got gray to white hair that can be seen neath a well worn (meaning several layers of unchanged oil) ball cap of some obscure Illinois propane delivery company.. It looks like it may have been navy blue when first placed on his head - - - probably the last time it was removed too.
He has a two to three week beard growth. That is also gray/white . . Hard to tell if this was a conscious decision or not.
Apparently he has no upper teeth, or he lost his upper partial. This however does not stop him from chewing gum. Which, when one studies it gives the impression of a cow ruminating (chewing cud). The glazed stare helps to solidify this impression.
He is wearing a heavy Winter farmers denim coat (lots of zippers!!) which may be a recent purchase down to the Co-Op.
Underneath the coat is a faded hoodie sweatshirt (it was originally red, but now is close to pink). It has the original Transformers cartoon symbol from 15 years ago on its front. All his "must have close at hand" worldly possessions are stuffed to the breaking point in the hoodies front hand-warming pocket. The possessions (wouldn't you love to see those!? Maybe that's where the upper partial is?) are bulging through the thin material at odd 90 degree angles.
He is wearing presentable faded Levis the bagginess of which that would make a "Blood" or "Crip" from Compton fly into a jealous rage.
Topping it off, again a probable recent Co-Op purchase, is a pair of yellow in color work brogans. He steps gingerly as he shuffles to the gate giving the impression that he's earned a few blisters from their newness.
As his flight is called, he grabs his well used paper grocery bag (with one handle broken) and boards his plane.
Where the hell is GQ when you need 'em to photograph a trend setter like this?
I am clearly woefully out of style.
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